Speaking of the palm-sized pink little piglet next to his son, Hua Xiyan has only one word: big head.

Although the size is small, it has never grown up after six years, only the amount of food is ......

Pushing the door into the threshold, I heard a voice in the room:

Dadada,

Quack crunch,

Hum Hum

Hua Xiyan lowered her head, closed her eyes, and dared to open her eyes into the room.

Her son holds chopsticks in one hand, Hua Murong's small hand is not very flexible in holding chopsticks, and the chopsticks are long and short, but they do not hinder the chopsticks from stuffing the rice in the bowl into the small mouth like a broom. No, that demonic and peerless little face is covered with grains of rice, the side of the mouth, the nose, the eyebrows, all of them.

The scum looks like a little beggar.

In another rolled porcelain bowl on the table, I saw that the mouth of the bowl revealed half of the pink pig body and a curly pig tail, and the pig's head was naturally stuffed in the bowl. The speed at which the pig eats can be imagined as long as you look at the scene of the mountains of rice piled up at the mouth of the bowl being sucked in by the wind in an instant.

Hua Xiyan was shocked when she saw that the table was stacked with more than a dozen or twenty empty bowls, and rushed back to the kitchen to open the cauldron for cooking.

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She made it at noon, enough for twenty people to eat, and now there is only a layer of golden pot left at the bottom of the pot.

Hua Xiyan's legs were a little soft.

Just stuffed a bag of silver and let the five aunts and them escape, you must know that Lu Dao's family is already short of silver, and when it is time to tighten his trouser pockets to live, the food of his son and the pig has become even worse. However, Hua Xiyan had a strong suspicion that no matter how much silver she earned, as long as there were two big stomachs, her son and the pig, their family would not want to get rich for the rest of their lives.

"Mother." The two little hands held a small bowl and wanted to go into the kitchen to add food, and when they saw Hua Xiyan at the door, Qi Qi's face was stunned.

Hua Xiyan stretched out her hand and pinched her son's little nose that looked like a Mickey Mouse: "Hello, Mumu, eat all the rice, what are we going to eat tomorrow?" You hear what my mother says, don't you? ”

"No, it's not. Nini, Nini eats so much that I look at it and get hungry. The sound of being pinched by my mother's nose was the sound of the urn.

The pink pet pig, hearing the words of the little master, the eyes of the two moist pigs opened wide, the pig's eyes were staring, and the pig's mouth was stunned: You eat a lot, what does it matter to me!

What can Hua Xiyan do, she has eaten everything, and she is not stolen by anyone, she is her own son.

Let go.

Hua Murong ran into the kitchen with a little nose pinched red by his mother, pulled out an earthen pot from the straw pile in the corner, and ran to his mother with two small hands to flatter: "Mother, I left you food, I was afraid of being eaten by mice, so we hid it." ”

What rats can be in the kitchen? The rats were afraid of her son and the pig, because her son and the pig were hungry and could eat anything, and the rats were scared to death.

Taking the earthen pot in her son's hand, Hua Xiyan hugged her son and took her into her arms, her son's warm and soft little body made her hold it like a pillow: "Mumu, are you full?" ”

"Mother eats, Mumu is full."

The happiest thing about raising a child is to hear the words of the child.

"Let's go, my mother will take you to take a bath first, and look at your dirty body and face like this."

In ancient times, there was no shower room, and the thatched house was too bad. Hua Xiyan boiled hot water, carried a large wooden bucket, and went to the room to clean her son.

Hua Murong climbed to the stool and closed the window, and saw that the paste paper on the window was thin, as if he could vaguely see the inside from the outside, and beckoned to the little pig under the chair with his little hand: "Nini, you come up." ”

Piggy jumped on the chair, then onto his shoulder, then obediently with his little finger, and onto the windowsill.

The little hand commanded the piglet to aim the pig's butt at the courtyard wall outside the window, and the demonic little face was stern:

"Nini, you watch here, if anyone dares to peek at me and my mother taking a bath, you fart at them."

Linghu Jingxu, who was lying on the head of the courtyard wall, was shocked by these words and failed to sit firmly.

The little scholar who was escorting him under him hurriedly supported his sliding feet, sweating hot on the top of his head: "Pavilion Master, someone attacked?" ”

Linghu Jingxu stretched out his head to the courtyard wall again, and saw the little pig's butt on the window facing him, and the eyes of the pig's butt were shaking, as if he was following the order of the little master at any time, emitting a bubble of yellow gas.

The two jade fingers pinched the bridge of his nose hard, and at the great risk of being smoked to death, he opened his eyes wide at the figure in the window.

Listen, Hua Murong in the house took off his clothes, got into the wooden barrel to take a bath, and grabbed Hua Xiyan's face with two small hands: "Mother, there is no one here, you quickly get your face off." ”

He wants to see his mother's beautiful face.

It's a waste, it's the ugly lady of the Hua family, could it be something else?

The big red brocade robe stretched out to the window despite the danger. But although the piglet was small, the pig's butt was so big, covering his vision tightly, impermeable, and evil.

"Look at what, your mother looks like this." Hua Xiyan slapped her son's restless little hand.

She didn't cover her face, she ate Yi Rong Dan. If she accidentally loses her face and arouses suspicion, it will be a big deal. At least endure it for a few days and wait for the storm to pass.

Hua Murong sank his little head into the water of the wooden barrel and spat bubbles: When will my mother be able to see people with her true face.

When Hua Xiyan was about to untie her dress and take a shower with her son, she casually lifted a black sheet, threw it on the wooden beam on the window, and the all-black barrier that hung down blocked all the sights outside the window, including Linghu Jingxu and Little Piglet's.

The little piglet didn't know if he was angry with the hostess's distrust, and the pig's butt eyes, poof, spewed gas.

Stinking!

pinched the bridge of his nose, but still couldn't resist, the big red brocade robe fell off the courtyard wall, and stacked it with the little scholar below.

The crow, croaking, flew over the head of Hua Xiyan's house.

At night, the mother and son nested in the quilt pit. Hua Xiyan used a small comb to comb her son's hair. My son's hair is so good, beautiful, and smooth, without oil or forks. made her eyes blink, and suddenly remembered the white-clothed master with three thousand silks.

Why, do you think of this person again and again?

"Mother." Maybe I feel a little uneasy, and my dreaming little hand grabs my mother's clothes and doesn't let go.

The mother is his, not someone else's.

No one can separate their mother and son.

The next day, the county sent someone down. Hurry up and come to the fifth aunt's house and see that there is no one. walked to Hua Xiyan's house next door, and when he got to the door, the people below reminded the headcatcher: "It's the other courtyard of the Hua family." ”

Hua Xiyan was lying in the house, and after listening to a commotion at the door, no one dared to step here. Then, in the early afternoon, the search of the village and the outside of the village was fruitless, and the head catcher left with a group of people.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint!